Wang Ye did not hurry to search for supernatural objects. In his view, if this spirit tablet and the seemingly harmless sutra chanting sound were not dealt with, he would inevitably die sooner or later.
Now, no matter how much these people searched, they would only end up gathering items for the living in the end.
Recalling everything that had happened since entering the ancestral hall, Wang Ye kept pondering.
Thud...
The fourth wooden fish sound rang out.
This hoarse sound was like a signal from the god of death.
Everyone's bodies froze in place at the same time.
Even if their names had already appeared on the spirit tablet before, no living person was an exception.
Who knew if this ghostly thing would repeat writing names?
On the fourth spirit tablet, words appeared.
Wang Ye
His name appeared on the spirit tablet.
Wang Ye's mind raced. First, he was unsure if his human skin mask could shield him from the spirit tablet's detection.
If it could, why would his own name appear instead of the wailing ghost's?
What exactly did this spirit tablet use to determine other people's names?
Appearance? Impossible, Luo Ping had already proven it for him.
But...
There was still another Wang Ye in the hall right now!
Whose name was on the spirit tablet!
Wang Ye instantly stood in front of a futon, quietly waiting.
Even if he felt the slightest abnormality in his body, he would sit down without hesitation. The worst outcome would be losing half his butt.
For one second.
Two seconds.
In the distance, Luo Ping's gaze stared fixedly at Wang Ye, full of excitement.
No abnormalities?
It seemed the human skin mask could block the spirit tablet's detection.
Wang Ye breathed a slight sigh of relief and glanced at the figure wearing his face.
The silhouette seemed to sway slightly. Wang Ye closed his eyes and focused on sensing it. Faintly, a bizarre aura fluctuated in the air.
Wang Ye's body shuddered, but he continued watching the spirit tablet calmly.
The next second...
The spirit tablet shook violently, then exploded into wooden chips.
Everyone stared at this scene, completely shocked speechless.
This...
What on earth happened!
This had never happened in the previous instances.
Yet Wang Ye seemed to have expected this, remaining quietly standing.
But behind him, he clearly felt the bizarre aura entwining the figure before being devoured and disappearing.
The youth who had been sitting on the ground driven mad stood up excitedly after seeing this. He untied a cloth bag from his waist, rummaged inside, and pulled out a Buddhist precept knife. He charged at the spirit tablet's location, ceaselessly hacking and chopping.
But...
The precept knife shattered, and the spirit tablet remained unharmed.
Seeing this, Wang Ye was somewhat shocked.
That cloth bag...
The knife's length could not possibly fit inside the bag!
Storage?
As his collection of paranormal objects grew, that backpack could no longer meet his needs!
Including this time, to hold the ghost, he had deliberately abandoned his backpack and only carried a few important items on him.
If he had this, it would bring him tremendous convenience.
Should he kill this youth now?
But that would reveal some problems, and Wang Ye hesitated.
No!
The youth who had died earlier was also from the Buddhist clan. He should have had something similar since the two were on the same level, judging from their strength.
It was just that the man's body had turned into mush and sunk into the ground after death.
Wang Ye walked with stiff steps to where the man had died and searched the ground.
Finally...
Abandoned in the corner was a cloth bag.
Wang Ye pretended to be somewhat curious as he picked up the bag and held it in his hand, casually flipping through it.
As he injected energy, Wang Ye could clearly see the space inside the bag.
Although not large, only about a square meter, it was far better than his backpack.
He wondered how this thing was made.
Spatial ability?
Like the old man in the library?
Or something recorded in ancient texts like Buddha's Palm.
Although he didn't know how to make this item yet, there seemed to be many good things inside.
Besides paranormal objects, what Tian Group lacked most were...Buddhist scriptures.
Maybe he could gain inspiration from the scriptures and derive more things suitable for himself.
But there was no rush. This youth could be killed anytime. He didn't seem difficult to handle.
At this time, the sutra chanting sound in the ancestral hall strengthened again, seemingly amplified each time the wooden fish sounded.
The people in the hall were now vaguely restless.
Even Wang Ye's heart was somewhat agitated.
Fortunately, his current mental strength had been enhanced at Salvage City, so he still showed no abnormalities.
But the youth's, Luo Ping's, and the old man's eyes were growing redder.
The middle-aged woman only seemed to be barely resisting.
The few rummaged faster and louder, clearly unable to suppress the violence brewing in their hearts.
Wang Ye had thought the Buddhist youth would be the first to snap.
But unexpectedly...
"Hahahaha!"
The middle-aged woman who seemed able to endure the longest suddenly burst into laughter.
Her laughter was filled with madness. She then limply walked toward the back hall, ignoring the old man.
Her steps gradually became stiff and numb. Under the old man's shocked gaze, she arrived before the Buddha statue in the back hall.
The others rushed into the back hall at the same time, cautiously observing.
Wang Ye stood in the main hall, finding a spot where he could see inside and silently watched.
The woman slowly knelt before the Buddha statue with devotion in her eyes, pressing her palms together.
Then, her face was pulled into an ugly smile.
Faintly, it was identical to the Buddha statue's smile.
Finally, her body rotted in an instant, as if dead for months and giving off a stench.
After that, the flesh rotted faster, becoming a skeleton.
Even the skeleton gradually disappeared, turning to dust and vanishing before the Buddha statue.
A strong sense of fear spread through their hearts.
Even the sutra chanting sound was killing people now!
They didn't know when the wooden fish would suddenly sound, which futon they couldn't sit on, and the noisy sutra chanting...
Just the ancestral hall at the entrance, the first building, was already filled with lethal danger.
They...
Were somewhat in despair.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
